Rachel and Sara: A Rough Love Story

This novella revolves around Rachel, a part-time dominatrix who ends up falling for Sara, the submissive college girl downstairs. After a few torrid encounters dominating the girl, Rachel tries to fight the actual feelings she begins to have for her. Matters only get more complicated as the once compartmentalized pieces of Rachel's orderly, solitary life collide and she realizes just what Sara means to her.
This story contains graphic descriptions of both rough and romantic sex between adults, primarily two women, although there is a smattering of other legal, consensual, sexual behavior.
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Rachel's next moment of awareness was brought on by a piercing,
high pitched electronic wail. She bolted up, still nude, in her
bed as the smoke detector continued to shriek. Rachel looked
around and saw that she was alone, so she dashed out into the
front of the apartment, toward the source of the alarm. She
arrived just in time to see a medium sized grease fire burning in
a frying pan and Sara racing toward it with a vase full of water.
"Don't!" Rachel screamed, but it was too late.

Sara threw the contents of the vase into the flaming frying pan
and a column of fire rose almost to the ceiling. From where
Rachel stood, horrified, it looked like the fire had flashed
directly in Sara's face. Rachel felt panic of a kind she had
never felt before and she sprinted to the kitchen. She quickly
grabbed a lid off the wall rack and smothered the fire before
wheeling around to Sara, who has crying hysterically, her hands
covering her face. Rachel grabbed her wrists and pulled her
closer. She began hurriedly inspecting Sara for burns while the
girl continued to sob. "Are you OK, are you hurt?" Rachel asked
frantically as she looked Sara's arms over. The girl was sobbing
so much, Rachel didn't know if she answered or not, so she said
again, "Are you OK? Sara! Are you hurt?!".

"I don't know" Sara finally bawled.

Satisfied that Sara's arms and hands were unburned, she gently
lifted the girl's little chin so she could see her face. There
was a tiny, red circle, less than a quarter inch across on the
very tip of the blonde's rounded button nose; barely a first
degree burn. Other than that tiny spot, Sara was otherwise
unharmed, but still crying. "Thank God, thank God," Rachel,
greatly relieved, repeated over and over again as she put both
her arms around the crying girl and squeezed her tightly.

Rachel regained her composure quickly after she assured herself
that Sara was unhurt. She released Sara's shoulders and gently
lifted her chin so that they were face to face. "What happened
Kitten?" Rachel asked as gently as she could..

Sara burbled nonsensically for a moment. Rachel was pretty sure
she could make out the word "sausage" but that was it. "Calm down
Kitten, everything is just fine, you're OK, just take it easy"
Rachel soothed her for a while before her sobs were reduced to
sniffles.

"I wanted to do something nice for you," Sara started to babble,
"last night, you said I was your girlfriend, and, and, I wanted
to do something nice for you, I just thought, I thought...".

"You thought you'd burn down my apartment?" Rachel asked smiling
gently and stroking the girl's cheek. She hope the joke would
help her calm down.

"I wanted to make you breakfast," she managed through her tears
and sniffles, "I've seen Yesenia cook sausage and eggs at home a
thousand times, it looks so easy."

"Well Kitten, you just learned not to throw water on a grease
fire. Just smother it with a pan lid like I did, see?" Rachel
pointed to the covered frying pan.

"Of course not Sara, as long as you're not hurt, I couldn't be
happier." Rachel replied, "But if it would make you feel better,
I can still punish you tonight.". Rachel winked at her.

Sara giggled, then sniffled, then hugged Rachel with the same
desperation she had the day before. This time Rachel hugged back
just as fiercely. "Thanks Rach'" she said, using the nickname for
the first time. Rachel liked it immediately.

After a moment, Rachel said, "C'mon Kitten, let's go get some
breakfast down at La Bou. I'm not one of those people who needs a
girlfriend that can cook.". Sara laughed genuinely this time and
they walked back to the bedroom, hand in hand to shower together
and get dressed.

The two women had a brief meal of coffee and scones at a corner
bakery before walking back to the apartment. As Rachel prepared
to go to work she asked Sara, "What are you up to today Kitten?"

Rachel walked over and rummaged through a drawer in the kitchen
for a moment, before returning and handing Sara a single key.
"This is my spare," she said, "you can hold on to it.". Rachel
then went to the notepad hanging next to a wall mount cordless
phone and wrote down a phone number under the words
"Rachel:work". "And if you need to call me, I don't usually have
my cell on in the office but you can call my secretary and she
can usually find me or you can leave a message.".

"Ok," Sarah said. She was seated at the kitchen table with a
large textbook. Rachel grabbed her keys and headed toward the
front door, "OK, Kitten, I'm headed to work. Try not to use the
stove." She teased.

"Oh, wait!" Sara said. She got up from the table and ran on her
tip toes over to Rachel in the doorway. She leaned up and kissed
her new girlfriend lightly on the corner of her mouth. Rachel
blushed again, unsure the reason. "Have a good day." the girl
said sweetly.

Sara's smile made Rachel desperately want to call in sick, but
she had too much to do, so instead she said, "I'll try, but it
would be easier if I got to take you with me.". She quickly
exited, before her resolve to go to work failed her completely.

When Rachel's Audi hit the freeway, her mind had finally returned
to a mostly normal state after nearly a week of obsessing over a
certain well endowed nymph. The pleasant tightening in her chest
that had started on Saturday night persisted, but at least she
could focus her thoughts on the tasks that lay ahead today. By
the time she got to work, she found that she was able to go
without thinking about Sara for whole minutes at a time, which
was an improvement over the weekend. By the time she got into the
TriGar offices, she was twenty minutes past her usual time, but
when you worked on Rachel's rung of the corporate ladder, there
really wasn't any such thing as late. Despite the departure in
routine, Mrs. Hart had her coffee hot and ready the moment Rachel
arrived. "How are you this morning Ms. V.?" she asked as Rachel
entered.

"Very well, Mrs. H.," Rachel replied cheerfully, "How about you?"

"Can't complain." Marcia Hart answered back. Then she said, "You
certainly have a spring in your step this morning."

"Oh God," Rachel thought quickly, "Is it that obvious? Did I come
in here dancing like a fucking schoolgirl and not know I was
doing it?". She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks again and
said to Mrs. Hart, "That's the benefit of coming in late I
guess." and stepped into her office quickly. She moved behind her
desk and sat down heavily. "Who the fuck ever heard of a
blushing, pussy whipped dominatrix" she wondered.

Rachel had two meetings that morning as well as a lunch interview
with a local newspaper reporter. After she had finished the
second meeting she returned to the office and Mrs. Hart handed
her a stack of phone messages. "Oh, "she said, "and someone
called for you just a minute ago, I hadn't written it down yet.
No message, just to tell you that Sara called.

"The little idiot" she thought fondly, "probably called to tell
me she tried to make a bowl of cereal and my apartment exploded."

"Thanks Marcia," Rachel said absently as she walked back into her
office. Mrs. Hart could count the number of times that Rachel had
called her by her first name over the past four years on the
fingers of one hand. She followed her boss into her office to
investigate.

"You know," she said lightly, "I don't think, in four years, that
you've ever had a personal call at the office."

"Personal call?" Rachel said, trying to match her casual tone.

"Well, no number or message, just a first name. I just
figured..." Mrs. Hart said. What she did not mention was that the
caller ID placed the call from Rachel's home number.

"You're fishing, Mrs. H." Rachel said amiably. It was an
expression Rachel used on rare occasions when Mrs. Hart's
well-meaning nature started to make her nosy.

"Sorry Ms. V." Mrs. Hart said. She started to leave and then she
turned around. "You smiled." She said simply.

"Sorry?" Rachel said.

"When I gave you that message, you smiled." Mrs. Hart replied.
Rachel shook her head in denial as though her assistant had been
imagining things, hoping she wasn't blushing again. Mrs. Hart
nodded and said "Like a little fat boy in a candy shop."

Rachel's eyes bulged, positive she was blushing now. She furrowed
her brow at Mrs. Hart and made a casting motion with one hand and
a reeling motion with the other.

"Sorry dear," Mrs. Hart said, still smiling. "Oh, I'm so
absentminded today, Saltzman over at the Register called and had
to cancel your lunch interview, he had to rush off to some big
scandal in Sacramento. Just in case you wanted to make any other
plans.". Mrs. Hart scurried out of the room without pressing her
luck any further. Rachel got up and closed the office door,
knowing that Mrs. H would certainly notice that too. "Damn" she
sighed.

Understand that Rachel had no anxiety about publicly dating a
woman. Her upbringing and her sexual lifestyle had always
required her to be confident and not concern herself with the
judgments of strangers, but she had a very strict rule about the
separation of work and home. Although she didn't date, the truth
is, she wouldn't have discussed that aspect of her life with her
co-workers whether it involved a woman or a man. In any event,
she was pushing 40 and unmarried so she knew damn well most of
the office, hell, most of the board of directors, thought she was
gay. In 2012 L.A., it was practically fashionable. She was just
painfully aware that when everyone knows your with someone, you
have to put up with twice as much small talk, as people now ask
you the same inane questions again, but about someone else. And
worse, you were then expected to ask the same questions of them
and whoever the hell they're shacked up with. It taxed her
patience to no end.

She set aside her musings and took out her cell. She called the
apartment and got her machine. "Sara, pick up if you're there."
she said.

"The machine clicked off and she heard a cheerful "Hi".

"What's up" she said, quietly adding "Kitten."

"Um, would it sound super co-dependent if I asked you out to
lunch?"Sara asked shyly.

"Maybe." Rachel said and paused, "but I'd still like to see you."
she finished truthfully.

"Great," Sara said, sounding relieved, "What's the plan?"

Rachel told Sara to meet her in front of the TriGar office plaza
at 12:30. After giving her the address, they said their goodbyes
and hung up.

Rachel got back to work. Her impending lunch date stayed on the
edge of her mind but wasn't too distracting. After all, it was
going to be lunch for an hour in a restaurant. Nothing she could
get too excited about. Around 12:10, Richard, one of the few
people who could rightfully call themselves Rachel's boss called
her office line. One of company subdivisions had had a train
derailment outside Bakersfield and a tanker car carrying hundreds
of thousands of gallons of diesel fuel had ruptured, closing I-5
and creating a hell of a mess. Although Rachel may have been
distracted the past few days playing house with a girl half her
age, in a crisis, she was all business. She discussed strategy
with Richard, spit balling ideas for a press release and handling
damage control. After over a half an hour on the phone, she hung
up with Richard, turned her chair to her PC and started
frantically drafting the company's statement. She had completely
lost track of time when the intercom buzzed, "Ms. Vancourt,
someone to see you" it whined in Marcia Hart's voice. Rachel
glanced at the clock; 12:52. "Shit" she said and went out the
door into her office lobby.

Sara was seated in one of the padded reception chairs, smiling
politely with her stocking legs crossed demurely. She was dressed
in a royal blue, pressed, knee length skirt and matching jacket
with a brilliant white silk blouse buttoned conservatively up to
her neck. She looked for all the world like she was there to
interview for an internship or something.

"Sorry," Rachel began immediately, "There was a crisis and I
totally lost track of time." As she spoke, she thought to
herself, "Nice, Rach', you've had a girlfriend for twelve hours
and you're already taking her for granted." She remembered how
much the girl had altered her own life just by being with Rachel
and chastised herself, "Do better.".

Sara stood up, smiled and said "No problem, I hope it's OK that I
came up, I just wanted to see if you could still make it."

"I think I've got the fire put out," Rachel answered as Sara
stifled a small giggle, remembering the events in the kitchen
that morning. "So I think we're good to go." She finished.

"Your assistant told me it was something about a train accident?"
Sara asked glancing at Mrs. Hart who has managed to find
something to file in a cabinet only a few feet away from the two
women.

"Yes, but no one was killed, thank God, but we've got to release
a statement."

"Alright Mrs. Hart," Rachel said, "I'll be back by 2:30, page my
cell if any other catastrophes come up."

"It was nice to meet you." Sara said, looking at Mrs. Hart. She
looked at Rachel and then back at Mrs. Hart. She waited
expectantly for a heartbeat and then turned to walk out the door.
Rachel noticed Sara's shoulders slump just a little when she
didn't say anything.

"Damn." Rachel sighed inwardly. She didn't want to violate her
biggest rule, but she had already violated so many of her rules
by bringing Sara into her life, and she knew what had just
happened had hurt the girl a little; she didn't want that. She
understood what Sara had been hoping for.

"Oh, where are my manners?" She said. Sara turned around sharply.
"Sara, this is my very able assistant Marcia Hart, Mrs. Hart,
this is my girlfriend, Sara Lancing."

Sara stood up straight and beamed like she had just been awarded
the Nobel Prize for Hair and Make-Up. "It's very nice to meet you
Marcia."

"It's nice to meet you to too Sara." Mrs. Hart said smiling
genuinely, "I hope I get to see you again soon."

"Me too." said Sara.

Rachel and Sara left the office together and headed for the
elevator. As they walked, Rachel gave a nod at Sara's outfit,
"So, I know we're still getting to know each other; are you part
of the young Republicans or what?"

"No," Sara replied noncommittally, "I don't watch baseball.". She
had to giggle to let Rachel know she was kidding and then she
said, "I just didn't want to embarrass you, that's all.".

As they rode the elevator to the parking garage Rachel asked Sara
about the Art lab she was supposed to attend that afternoon.
"We're supposed to start a piece that reflects the idea of
dualism, but I'm not sure what that is.".

They exited to the garage, walking toward Rachel's car. Since she
had arrived late, she had to park on the highest level which was
now virtually empty during the lunch break. "Well, the word can
be applied to lots of concepts, but what your instructor probably
means is a piece of art that demonstrates two opposite forces
that depend on one another to exist. Think of the Yin and Yang
symbol, if that helps." Rachel explained, trying to encapsulate
five thousand years of philosophy into something the size of a
tweet.

"So, like, good and evil, black and white, rich and poor." Sara
asked.

"Exactly." Rachel said smiling, pleased her explanation had made
some sense.

"Like...Kitten and Horny Bitch?" Sara asked in a sexy whisper as
they reached Rachel's Audi.

Rachel chuckled softly, "Yes, something like that."

They got into the car and Sara looked at Rachel seriously and
said, "I just wanted to say thank you for what you said, um with
Marcia, back in your office; I know it wasn't, I don't know...
comfortable, for you"

"I told you Kitten, you don't embarrass me" Rachel responded
earnestly, "I've just never been in a position to bring a
girlfriend, or a boyfriend, for that matter, around the office. I
just sort of forgot what it was like, it's no big deal. If we
have a date, then it's perfectly OK for you to come to my office
to meet me.". Another rule out the window.

"Why is this lot so empty?" Rachel asked, changing the subject.

"It's usually kind of thin of this floor, plus it's lunch time.
Speaking of, where do you want to eat Kitten?".

"You said you had to be back by 2:30?"

"There abouts" Rachel answered.

Sara looked at her watch, "1:04" she said, "we'll be lucky if we
have time for drive thru." The girl reached over and grabbed the
lapels of Rachel's jacket, pulling her into a long, hard, kiss.".
Rachel started to object and then said "oh to hell with it" and
put the sun shade in the front window to afford the lovers at
least a little privacy.

They lowered the seats and made out like high school kids, which,
for one of them at least, wasn't all that far off the mark. While
they managed to stay more or less clothed, and the stick shift
and emergency brake proved to be persistent obstacles, the pair
managed to make the most of Rachel's lunch break. They fumbled
around to find a comfortable position that still allowed access
for one another's roaming hands. Finally, Sara straddled the
center console, getting her leg over Rachel's, with a rare height
advantage that allowed her to rain kisses upon the older woman's
face and neck. Rachel unbuttoned the top few buttons on Sara's
blouse and was pleased to see that she still wore the her white
Kitten collar underneath. She got busy burying her face in Sara's
soft cleavage when Sara's knee found her crotch and began to
grind against it. Soon, Sara's crisp, professional skirt was
hiked up around her thighs and Rachel's left hand was caressing
the girl's butt as the fingers of her right hand played rapidly
beneath the crotch of Sara's panties. Sara's knee continued it's
grinding and very soon, almost simultaneously, they enjoyed
brief, intense climaxes.

They continued to snuggle for a few minutes when Rachel's cell
phone beeped; it was Mrs. Hart paging her. She glanced at the
time, 2:17. "Shit" She swore, "We forgot to get lunch."

"I know, and it was too cramped to eat in the car" Sara said.
They both started laughing, and kissed one more time between
giggles. At her age, Rachel wanted to feel ridiculous, but Sara's
personality was so infectious, she just couldn't manage it.
Rachel straightened her hair and reassembled her wardrobe
quickly. "Alright, Kitten, that may have been the best lunch I've
ever had, but I really have to get back. Will you be there when I
get home around 6:00?"

"Art lab goes until 7:00, I'll see you by 7:30.". Another brief
kiss and they separated, Sara going down to the her car on the
lower level, Rachel heading back up to the office, her empty
stomach rumbling.

When Rachel returned, Mrs. Hart greeted her. "Sorry for
interrupting your lunch Ms. V. but Mr. Pierce (Richard) needed to
give you a status update and it was important that you got it
before finishing the press release."

"No problem," Rachel replied, "I'll call him right now." She
called Richard, got the update and resumed work on the release. A
little after 3:00, Mrs. Hart came in carrying a clear, plastic,
take-out container containing what appeared to be turkey on
wheat.

"Sara ran back by and dropped this off for you. Did you miss
lunch?" Mrs. Hart asked innocently.

"Sweet little idiot, what does it look like we did at lunchtime
now?" Rachel thought even as she said, "Car trouble."

Mrs. Hart made as if to leave but lingered a moment after Rachel
thanked her for the sandwich. Rachel knew the matronly woman
wanted to say something and since it was apparently Personal Show
and Tell at Work Day, she once again ignored the big rule,
sighed, and said, "Go Ahead Mrs. H."